Lyrics:
worth 20 racks
When he sold you that did he have a gun?
Broke nigga, go on have a seat
I just made 30 racks this week
Rollin woods out of half a P
Balling
feens delirious
So we jack and kill so these streets can get slimmer
Columbiana how it feel to be an industry hitta?
Don't get em hit don't get em hit
called 'em queens
Chasing that money, and chasing dreams
Serving out people, ‘cause they was fiends
On the North side of Philly
Where niggas'll serve they
(They fightin' in the club)
[chorus] (Repeat 2x)
We thugged out (Thugged Out)
So clear the club out (Club Out)
Niggas get drugged out (Drugged
all out nigga don't be scared to bust
Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us
(Chorus 2X: Eightball)
Bounce, Bounce
Man get up on you feet
When most can’t survive the depths of my mind
I lap em with the swim
Let that shit sink in
Aye when I throw out these hits they’ll be down for the ten
against us and aint nobody backing down
They got me wailing through the struggles like
God, we need you now
Mama always told me
Hit em with that okie dokie
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
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9 Get Ready
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6 Y'all Ain't Ready
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4 Buckle Up
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Analogical
Introducing your pilot
I'm the bar lord,
6 in the morning, police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Out my back window I make a escape
Don't even get a chance
the Louisville Slugger
BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker
I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
Cluckers, you know I got'em 2 for 1 my
know I got 'em, two for one, my nigga
I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my nigga, come on
Thuggin is my thing, if I'm beefing I'm banging
on) {What, we keep it crack-a-lackin'}
Worldwide (Ay yo) {Wha-wha, what, what}
Let's show 'em what happens when kings get together (International)
them gold thangs hit the curb
5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail
100 g's to get me out of jail, I'm with the quickness
All because a big nigga
ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)
I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount
Cassy's store
Hit the train track by Smiley Co.
Tryin' to get to my grandma's house
Way on Goode Street, man that's out
We 6 Deep, we look suspicious, man
Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me
played a game of NBA 2k
What? You gonna come clean, what
'cause I whooped your ass?
You wasn't even playing, nigga! Get
The fuck out of here, nigga!
You
the attorney,
I'm on the case
With rhymes that'll hit ya, get ya and sit ya down
The competition is booty get the picture now?
Skip the record, my road,
had to get out the way (Aye)
They really mad that I'm saved (Aye)
I got big plans
'Bout to hit the gas
All these big moves
'Bout to make 'em big mad
Twista's wishes thinking about last night and the bitch that was scopin'
Fuck it lets get 'em on I grabbed the phone "Girl call your friends"
Then I hit
"Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Yea, yea, y'all know the name"
"Stabbin the track with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Yea, yea, y'all know the name"
"You out
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
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